I have three to tell?

Story 1:

My friend and I (I was driving) were driving down the road smoking a blunt of haze. The car is fish bowled and we??re getting to the end of the b, and I tell him to look in my console to grab the roach clips. In the process of finding the roach clips, he drops the blunt between my seat and the console? I pull over so he could get out and find the roach. Without thinking or taking the clips off his lap, he jumps out in a frantic search for the smoldering blunt? well he finds the blunt and loses the clips? we laughed about it the entire ride home.

Story 2:

My friend was driving and I was in the passengers seat. We have nearly ¾ of a blunt when I go to ash it out the window (dumb cavaliers engineers don??t put ashtrays in their rides) and he hit??s a bump. There goes the blunt sailing out the window? I have him come to a screeching halt. I get out of the car and I can see the smoking blunt in the road. All of a sudden, my worst nightmare comes around the corner? a white SUV? out of all the road it could have driven on it somehow manages to hit the blunt with it??s front right tire! What are the odds?! Long story short? it was the first blunt I smoked that resembled a brown credit card.

Story 3:

I was blazing with the same friend that I mentioned in story 2. We were going down a back road by my place. We were a bowl and a half deep? when something made me look to my right? it was a man sitting at a picnic table playing with a 3 foot chimp! I thought I was tripping. I asked my friend, ??did you see that?? He replied, ??see what??, I said, ??there was a man playing with a monkey back there!? He refused to believe it. I nearly locked the breaks and pulled a u-turn like you??d see in an action movie? sure enough the guy was still out there with that chimp! We laughed about that shit the rest of the cruise. To this day we still talk about the Monkey Man.